How fruitless I have toiled these sullen hours.
The only art I know is servitude-
To Labor, and in exchange of my time
Procure what we possess: this morning bread,
Your second skin, this leather-covered seat,
This tin roof beneath the battering rain:
And all the mute and deaf and blind witnesses
Of this naked moment I share with you
Before this random peter-patter ends
And the avenging sun takes it away-
Away from the poetry of your love,
Back to the bosom of my poverty.
A pretty nice poem for a start fine poetic pictorial illuminated....CT
A DAYOFF which was depicted in a stylish writing, akin to a 'day of a lifetime'. Salamat po'.
This verse grabs the reader's attention from line one - - the expressive phrases are indeed well thought out - - keep writing do.....10 from Fay
Preety good for a starter ur awesome keep riting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so nice..if this will be fixed well, this is a perfect poem..grace